No Man's Land (IC)

[Darimaus]

The battle on the downed ships began to to turn against the attackers as the adventurers starting winning out over their opponents. Lowryllyth blows through targets like a blender, downing three in a matter of seconds. Munthrek recovers from the attacks being hurled at him and charges at his opponent, dropping him with a mighty blow. All around ,shady figures are being dropped, though the toll on the numbers of the adventurers has definatly been taken. Seeing their advantage lost, the rest of the opponents dive into the water, abondoning their foes to the harsh ocean.

OOC: Munthrek takes 17 subduel lightning damage, and 2 con damage. Tekumo takes 34 lightning damage, and 4 con damage. I'm still waiting on Thorn's saving throws. Sadly, Jareel's opponent beat him in initiative and dove into the water before he could attack him.


The elf walks back into his house and shuts the door, one word escaping to Ichiru just before it closes.

"Mivellios."


The unseen voice follows the destroyer as he moves away,

" Not a hired killer? Ha! Then what you would be doing here then? Going off to kill a group of people you've never met on the words of some random higher up? Get off you're arrogent high horse you fool! You kill, just as we all do, in order to get something you want. If you complete this minor task for us, we shall give you something you want. If you refuse, you shall never see us again, and when you find yourself unable to attain that which you seek, you will think back to this day in regret, knowing you blew it because of some misplaced false sense of pride. "


Morrigan tries yet again to locate this strange voice, and yet it eludes him still. While he sees the Constuctlike creature and his gear clear as day, the other prescence still remains unseen. Obsidian begins to move away, and the voice follows him.

 

[Avalon®]

After the door was slammed shut, Therin turns to Ichiru and says "Not the most sociable type is he?"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

The unseen voice follows the destroyer as he moves away,

"]Not a hired killer? Ha! Then what you would be doing here then? Going off to kill a group of people you've never met on the words of some random higher up? Get off you're arrogent high horse you fool! You kill, just as we all do, in order to get something you want. If you complete this minor task for us, we shall give you something you want. If you refuse, you shall never see us again, and when you find yourself unable to attain that which you seek, you will think back to this day in regret, knowing you blew it because of some misplaced false sense of pride."

Obsidian ignores the taunts and continues on his way. He knows why he is here and what his Lord desires. Despite what many people may believe his purpose is not to be an assassin.

 

[moritheil]

After the door was slammed shut, Therin turns to Ichiru and says "Not the most sociable type is he?"

Ichiru nods. "Mivellios, eh? An unusual fellow. Well, we got what we came for. It could have been worse. Let's find a table somewhere private to look these maps over. And maybe drink some ale," he adds as an afterthought.

 

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Edited my last post to include saves)

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arithnis - Monk 20 hp: 201/201

"What is this?" Jareel speaks into the winds of the storm,"You cowards are afraid to stand for judgement after your actions?" "You will face your fate and be judged, perhaps not now, but in time -- and St. Cuthbert will see you burn."

Jareel then looks around and attempts to take stock in the situation at hand. He looks through the wreckage that comprises Boat #10, looking for survivors. If no one is found, Jareel will attempt to look for other boats and/or wreckage, in an attempt to join up with the survivors.

 

[Necro_Kinder]

"COWARDS! Come back here and fight me!" Munthrek yells at his vanishing foes. Diving down closer to the water, he and Tekumo skim the wreckage looking for survivors.

 

[Voidrazor]

The smoke cloud moves in a searching arc towards where a few of the mages had clustered before fleeing. A split second later Lowryllyth appears outside the roiling mass. She then wings quickly to gather any surviving heroes not already able to move to a centralized area of debris. But she pointedly ignores ship crew. Pointing to the spot from the air she again booms, "Gather there, I shall attempt transport momentarily."

 

[Darimaus]

Morrigan hears an angry sigh from beside him.

" Damn religious types. They are always hindering my plans. I trust you are not as foolish? "

A green and black robed man is crouching next to Morrigan, a wicked scar across his face. Despite talking to Morrigan, he just sits there and watches the construct leave, a flare of anger in his eyes.


OOC: Bloodweaver1, I need a survival check to see if Obsidian ends up going in the right direction. He hasn't exactly been here before.


Munthrek recognizes about 23 survivors out of the 300 that populated the ship. This has indeed been a devastating day.


OOC: Thorn takes 17 lightning damage, and 2 con damage.

 

[Darimaus]

OOC: I would like to get an idea of the number of players still in this game, still interested in being in this game, ect. So I'm slapping down a quick roll call. If everyone could put up a single post in the OOC thread saying 1234567890, I'd really appreciate it.